Things are changing. I can feel it.
Week 4 (10/3) began by us sharing a grief quote that had been meaningful to us. I shared one that I posted on my blog before – about how we can’t live with the memories and can’t live without them. When I made that original post I couldn’t live with the memories. They were too raw. The sadness was deafening. However, when I shared it this time I felt like I couldn’t live without them. This change feels significant.
Our work this week included selecting 5 emotions to describe ourselves at this point. We were given the good ole feelings wheel and a few other charts to help. I was kinda stuck. What was I feeling? I am a fairly self-aware person so I was confused.
I tried to cheat the system and choose words that weren’t necessarily emotions. I selected:
- pensive
- neutral
- lonely (?)
- okay
- undecided
What do you notice about those words? None of them (maybe besides one) fit in the sadness category. Huh? What is not on this list are words like sorrowful, gloomy, depressed.
When I noticed this at group, two things happened. First, I felt a spark of hope inside of me. Am I moving to a new stage? Second, fear. Oh no, if I am not sad, what does that mean about me and my Dad? Does it mean I am “over it”? That it is okay? Uh oh. Also, what about all of the important anniversaries, birthdays and holidays that my Dad loved that are coming up? Will I not just tumble back into the pit of darkness?
Once our words were selected, we were invited to place those emotions on the various parts of the body where we are experiencing them and to choose colors which symbolized those emotions. Here’s my drawing:
The one thing I want to say about this, that really isn’t connected to my words is that I drew a lantern in my hand. I feel like there is more light in my darkness than before. It is no longer pitch black. There is light. Small, but there is light.
We were asked to share our drawings and words and as I shared, I felt hopeful. I confessed my fear to the group, about turning this corner. What does it mean about me? Grief? My dad? What about Christmas?
The facilitator gave a me a helpful analogy. She compared grief to a funnel vs. turning a 90 degree corner. I imagined it as one of the donation collecting devices where you place a coin in and it spins and spins until it hits the bottom. It seems that my grief has made one rotation around the top and is coming back upon the place where it started, but not exactly that same place. It will again pass the place it began, but will not cover the exact same track. It has moved every so slightly. This was encouraging to me. I might repeat some of the same emotions again but in a different way and for a different reason and perhaps in a different intensity. Either way, it is an okay thing to happen.
Things are changing.
I feel good.